Every morning I rise before the sun and run up the side of a mountain with this wild animal. I will miss my mut, my man, and our mountain home mightily, but am so psyched to get back with my people! I leave tonight, and can’t wait to see yas!
I’ll be playing a few shows while I’m up north, please come out so I can hug you! :)
8/17 Worcester - The Firehouse
8/20 Westerly - Perks&Corks
8/22 Providance - Funky Jungle
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Eudaimonia could justifiably be translated as “good death” just the same as it could be translated as “good life”. This is because it refers to the totality of a person’s life, and accounts for everything that happened within it from the beginning, and including the end. This morning I learned that one of my dearest friends has passed on. I know it sounds strange, maybe even terrible, but to me this is beautiful news. In so much as there can be a good life, there can be a good death, and those who have achieved either serve as sources of strength in my own times of struggle. An end to suffering is all anyone can hope for, and for this reason I take comfort in my friend’s departure. As each night ends a new day begins.